“A man is whatever room he is in.”
I, for one, was immensely relieved to see Bert Cooper padding around the 37th floor of the Time-Life building; back in the offices (but apparently still without his own) of Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce.
When last we saw Bert, he has just dressed down Don, calling him “cynical and craven” (project much there Bertram?!) then beckoned for his shoes and wished the underlings luck on his way out the door.
Whether his return was a natural result of a unique personality – “(Hilton) he’s a bit of an eccentric, isn’t he?” (again – project much Coop?!) – or a blustery indication of an approaching dementia or perhaps entirely something else, it just feels right to have the old patriarch around, wingtip-less. But I still miss the bonsai tree.
(It occurs to me Bert is the ideal party guest for a white carpet shindig, no?)
To celebrate Bert’s continuing SCDP presence, I snuck into his personal library and misappropriated a couple of volumes of his own writing. I shall endeavor to publish pertinent passages on this here blog over the course of the season when I come across something relevant.
Today, I found some of his impressions of this season’s first episode of Mad Men, “A Little Kiss”.
From Haiku for the Completely Self-Interested, Volume II, by Bertram Cooper –
A spell put on Don;
Lavender haze morphs purple
Due to Zou Bisou.
“Don’t deserve this” glare is the
Look of love, no? Oui.
Baby Kevin craves
Smirnoff in his formula?
“Where’s Harry?” “Who cares?”
Rog bought time; visionary
gets room with a view.
One wet lunch bag, dropped.
Human tsunami floods to
Lobby for fairness.